The Week-Long Bachelor Party

I’m a bloody lucky cat.

Not because I have tested somewhere around 7 of my lives, but because of my buds. We just returned from a week-long, couldn’t-possibly-do-more adventure in a lakeside chalet north of Mont Tremblant to celebrate my forthcoming exchanging of the vows.

Yes, week-long party.

There was a Modest Mouse concert to kick it off. White water rafting. Volleyball. Ample beer drinking. Football. Fixing tires on the side of the highway. Swimming. Canoeing. BBQing. Paintball. 70-foot frisbee tosses. Flip cup. General shenanigans. Some more beer drinking for good measure. Fireworks. Skinny dipping. Camp fires. Oh, and zip lining 3,000-feet long lines high above Tremblant’s treeline. And some unmentionables that I can’t include. (It was a bachelor party after all).

Take a glimpse at our adventure. Click any photo to open in lightbox. Thank god for good friends.

Pre-rafting beer on the side of the road.

Sideroad paintball.

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Pre-rafting beer on the side of the road.d.

Pre-rafting beer on the side of the road.

White Water Rafting, naturally.

White Water Rafting, naturally.

White Water Rafting, naturally.

Stocking up.

Our lakeside chalet in Quebec.

Lac Chaud, ya’ll.

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Lac Chaud, ya’ll.

Man stuff.

Paintball is on.

Paintball is on.

Take this shit seriously.

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Tremblant’s village.

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Steaks.

Charlie.

Baxter.

Tremblant’s village.

Zip lining at Tremblant.

Zip lining at Tremblant.

Zip lining at Tremblant.

Baxter and Ty arrive.

Getting ready for last night.

Sexy Ty changing in parking lot.

Getting ready for last night.

A fawn hanging out in the parking lot.

Sunset at Tremblant.